One's craving of a bliss is one's fall
Not for one man, woman, it is for all
There's somewhere deep in the sea
Is Emerald Wizard, thee we plea
It's very this evening, again, as it lasts
He waits with the coral comb, as it passed
No far from the coast, as he seats right behind
Bearing that very song in his mind
His eyes have a sight
And while he holds it tight
The beatiful maid comes inside
She's reasonable upon the daylight
But there comes the night,
And the stories weightlight
Becomes a dreamfaschion
Of her virgin delight
Then he makes her comfort,
And sing for her these lovely songs,
No more of a human can sing that, no one
Ashore, and of love, and a faitfhul regret
Again, I repeat, a mortal man could ever met
She swims then to met him, she beats the high waves
With fabulous foam of legs, he then takes
Then soul she handed, so virgin and fair
She'll met no more a fervor they're share
When the tender maid's bones
Will turn to the limestone away
The dower due in his turne
Will call in his sweet saturdays
He will weave the webs invisible
Again, and again, and again
To one more and more child of an isicle
Be one of his painful gain